A one dimensional personality
expressed itself two-dimensionally in works of art
& fast became three dimensional ruins,
Learning to walk again. Adventures to be had. Hola de nuevo, madre naturaleza*
Begin: the transition from black & white solitude to the rainbows of reacquaintance.
But first, past memories of colorful events translated in achromatic stillform & an excerpt to preface:
i remember that hair, the cut, the length; that phone in its newness, no scratches, no faded buttons; that thrifted shirt, that ring, that other ring, those shorts; & the not-so-blissful life that revolved around those phases.
it's comforting that photos can always make memories seem beautiful, even tragic ones.
|me exactly two years ago in March 2010 - Augustine Kofie|
3D Cinema Audiences in the 1950s - capturers unknown
This Afternoon -In 2 parts